Back to shy again! Edmund snorted, shaking his head, the sleek black fur barely moving. In his Panther form, he was even more keen to the steward's body language and how it was so - not subservient, that wasn't quite it. Wanting to escape attention. Which was something Edmund wasn't about to let him do.
At the very mention of his kingly brother, a very faint grow rose in his throat. Peter and his asinine rules. Pride mentality, more like herd mentality. It was just like a Lion to declare that they must all change or none of them would. Panthers knew better. They might hunt in packs sometimes, but more often than not they would stalk a lone path that let them move with the utmost of speed and independence.
Edmund turned, letting the lean curves of his back and side press against Al's legs this time. It was brief, but the message was clear. This was his castle too, not just Peter's, and Al was just as much one of his stewards and subjects as he was a member of Peter's pride. "And I prefer you to change whenever the occasion suits. Such as, oh, needing a tail to replace your missing duster."
Arching his neck up, he took the rag sticking out of Al's hand between his teeth and gave it a sharp tug, delicately avoiding any brush with Al's skin. Then he sat back on his haunches and dropped the rag between his front paws. Time to stare hard at Al and see how he would respond to the challenge.
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Date: 2016-04-30 04:57 pm (UTC)At the very mention of his kingly brother, a very faint grow rose in his throat. Peter and his asinine rules. Pride mentality, more like herd mentality. It was just like a Lion to declare that they must all change or none of them would. Panthers knew better. They might hunt in packs sometimes, but more often than not they would stalk a lone path that let them move with the utmost of speed and independence.
Edmund turned, letting the lean curves of his back and side press against Al's legs this time. It was brief, but the message was clear. This was his castle too, not just Peter's, and Al was just as much one of his stewards and subjects as he was a member of Peter's pride. "And I prefer you to change whenever the occasion suits. Such as, oh, needing a tail to replace your missing duster."
Arching his neck up, he took the rag sticking out of Al's hand between his teeth and gave it a sharp tug, delicately avoiding any brush with Al's skin. Then he sat back on his haunches and dropped the rag between his front paws. Time to stare hard at Al and see how he would respond to the challenge.